“Divorced hero,” I whisper, watching his eyes soften just a little more.
“Surprise third-act villain.”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Defeated.”
He nudges his nose against mine. “And if your dad marries my mom?—”
“Older stepbrother,” I groan.
Knox smirks like it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever said, and to be fair, it might be.
We keep swaying, the moment stretched wide between us, full of years we haven’t lived yet and a hundred what-ifs I’m no longer afraid of.
I look up at him, lights catching in his eyes.
“Whatever happens,” I whisper, “I’m still forever yours.”
My new husband brushes his lips against my temple and says the words like a vow…
“Forever yours.”
Bonus Epilogue
CAMI
The cruise ship rocks gently beneath us, a slow lull of waves nudging the world into something warm and unreal. Our cabin is dim, lit only by the glow of a bedside lamp and the shimmer of moonlight spilling through the balcony curtains.
Naked and tangled beneath a warm, twisted sheet, we’re still catching our breaths—our hair mussed, our chests flushed from lovemaking that makes the wordhoneymoonfeel extremely adequate.
His fingers drift along on my thigh.
Mine draw patterns on the back of his hand.
The quiet between us feels full; we’re both floating on the same heady cloud.
“I love this version of you,” I whisper.
He smirks. “Which one?”
“My husband. The man who just ruined me in six different ways and would absolutely do it again if I asked nicely.”
A low, satisfied laugh rumbles in his chest. “Baby…my wife…I love this version of you too.”
I’m still smiling when he reaches over the edge of the bed, muscles flexing in a way that absolutely does not help my pulse calm down. He rummages for a second, then sits back up with something in his hand.
A small linen satchel.
My eyebrows lift. “What’s that?”
He doesn’t answer at first. He just hands it to me, something unguarded passing through his eyes. “Open it.”
I loosen the tie, and two very familiar shapes tumble into my lap.
I gasp. “Oh, my god.”
Our bubble phones.
Knox leans back against the pillows, watching my reaction like it’s something he’s been holding onto for months. “I stuck them in a drawer after I picked yours up from JFK. With all that happened—the gala, Jenna, Vermont, the engagement, the wedding—I forgot they were there.”
